Seeing them together made my stomach churn. Witnessing how much he cared for Morgana when he hadn't even bothered to check on his own son for years was enough to make my blood boil.
"Alpha... You want me out of your sight, right? Fine. We're done... I'm leaving," I said, my voice trembling with anger and sorrow.
He never wanted to be my mate. He only went through with it because of the pressure from our packs, who were allies, and the customs that dictated we should be together. Yet, he never acknowledged me or my wolf. That’s why I had grown so weak; my connection to my wolf had deteriorated so badly that I felt like only the Moonstone could repair it.
The Moonstone was a powerful heirloom passed down to the eldest child in our family, and I had received it. But until now, I had no intention of using its power. They say, that with great power comes great responsibility. I didn’t have the courage to wield it, even though it could restore my bond with my weakened wolf.